Page 86 of Ink

Ink dines as if he hasn’t eaten in days. As if this is his last meal before he’s about to be put to death. On instinct, my hand dives under the sheet, going to his head as my fingers thread through his messy locks, latching on to anything I can find and I press his face in.

“That’s it, bunny,” he praises against my pussy, sending a tingle down my spine.

I feel worshipped as his tongue dips in and out, alternating between my entrance and my clit. It isn’t long before I feel the high I’ve been chasing start at the base of my spine. My inner walls flutter around the tip of his tongue before it disappears.

“No,” I whine, trying to bring his face back to where he was feasting.

“You’re not comin’ without me,” he growls, whipping the sheet off of him and pressing my knees deeper into the mattress, as if my legs can spread any wider.

Ink is naked underneath the sheets, plunging into me without warning. My head digs into the pillow, my neck straining at his intrusion. It’s still a tight fit. The burn from the stretch of him is no less than it was at work.

“Fuck,” Ink groans. “You fit me so good.”

He doesn’t give me time to adjust.

And I don’t want it.

I love the slight pain that comes with him. It makes me feel alive.

It isn’t long before my walls are fluttering around him as the piercing I’m now obsessed with hits that little spot I love over and over, locking him in, never wanting to let him go.

“Milk my cock, bunny. Squeeze it… Yeah. Yeah. That’s it.” Ink throws his head back as my pussy clamps down on him, taking me over the edge. He thrusts to the hilt as my pussy tries to force him out. He follows me over, pulsing spurts of come deep into me.

Ink falls against me, crushing me to the bed as he rests his face in between my breast. “Jesus Christ. I didn’t think the first time would be topped, but here we are.”

Words evade me as I’m still coming down from my high, so I simply bring my hand to the back of his head, holding his face against me, his nose nestled into my breastbone as I’m careful not to brush against my new piercings.

Ink pushes back against my hand, lifting off me enough to look at my face. A soft smile on his lips as he takes me in. “You look well and truly fucked. Fuckin’ gorgeous, bunny.” His eyes dart down to my breasts. “And these tits. I love these fuckin’ tits.” He pushes them together, bouncing them slightly in his hand before diving face first in, motorboating them.

“Watch it.” I giggle, the air coming out of his mouth is tickling the sensitive skin around the area.

He pulls away with a giant grin on his face.

“How do they feel?” he asks as he looks each piercing over. “They look good.”

“They’re sore,” I admit. And they are. Any small movement or cool air hitting them burns like something fierce.

Ink hums in agreement. “That’s normal. Wear a sports bra today. It’ll keep them from moving around and limit the pain.”

My lips purse together as I try to mentally search through my bags to see if I even packed a sports bra. I honestly don’t remember when the last time I worked out even was. Me and the gym are not friends. Not even acquaintances.

“What time is your meeting?”

“Should already be there, but you pressed up against me all warm and soft was doin’ my head in. Figured I’d eat first.”

“We can’t have you starting your day hungry for your favorite meal,” I say as my eyes widen in shock that those words just came out of my mouth.

“There’s my bad girl.” Ink’s mouth claims mine, deepening the kiss instantly. Breaking away after a few moments, we are both fighting to catch our breath. “I need to get goin’. If I’m not back by the time it’s time to go into the shop, I’ll text you. I don’t want you there while I’m not there.”

My heart warms at the protectiveness laced in his tone. I’ve never had that before and now that I do, it’s a feeling I never want to go away.

“I don’t think Zach would be stupid enough to come back into the shop.”

On the other hand, I didn’t think he would be stupid enough to go there in the first place, but he did.

“You know what today is?”

“Friday?” I ask, feeling like I’m missing something.